[ Fortunate isn't how he's thought about it. He's lived on his own for years now, and he hasn't yet reconciled how the other members of the brood fit. Not family, not exactly friends. He'd told Ilde they were a team, and that they needed to rely on each other, but he was just as likely to reject their help when it felt like a boundary was being crossed thanks to their connection.
Brow furrowing, he watches as she cups the strange bug in her hands, noting the inorganic nature of it for the first time. Of all things, he's suddenly reminded of Slumberland.
It flies away and he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, offering it to her. ]
Why keep moving forward this way? [ Why keep edging toward this point, if all it will do is turn their world into something like a museum of things long past? He read the briefings, but he still doesn't understand. ]
she is lovely btw
Brow furrowing, he watches as she cups the strange bug in her hands, noting the inorganic nature of it for the first time. Of all things, he's suddenly reminded of Slumberland.
It flies away and he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, offering it to her. ]
Why keep moving forward this way? [ Why keep edging toward this point, if all it will do is turn their world into something like a museum of things long past? He read the briefings, but he still doesn't understand. ]